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Saira Viola in verse accomplishes what few can, she caresses that sordid nature in wind, harkens the tales incendiary, burns of the sticky napalm leaves exploding into beautiful showers of musket and molten ore, Flowers of War is the definitive collection of poems bloodletting a bouquet into the arms of our best unknown intentions, and asks solely and frank, for a bemoan to lay one's petals softly on grave, to yearn towards the unadulterated skies of the green grass of ones heart, an anti war call to action, for even in the most desperate of times, Saira Viola finds the whole sanctioned nature of being a lot less blood-swollen and gone. A manifest of 36 pages digs the soil unkempt, the best abreast, an unloaded heart shot that keeps turning pages, and lodges into the succulent cerebellum of your mind. We are not the wars our parents dreamed of, we are but flowers in the garden of war.